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We flip the bird, we don't cuss and scream
When the don't move when the light turns green
We don't lock our doors we leave the house
There ain't nobody here we'd keep out
That's the way we do it in our town,

You never hear me
For up strong, growin' up right
life by the Golden Rule
Say, "Yes, Ma'am, you"

Green for miles an' miles
Ain't but country on the radio dial
I thank the good Lord I was born an'
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Ain't no flags on our Court House Square
You see Old flyin' everywhere
ain't no Valley joint with five-star atmosphere
Daddy's home grown beef's for dinner here
An' we wash it with a tall, cold beer, yeah

You never me apologize
For growin' up strong, growin' up
life by the Golden Rule
Say, "Yes, Ma'am, you"

Green for miles an' miles
Ain't but country on the radio dial
I thank the Lord I was born an' bred
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crows, six a.m.
John Deere pulling that plow
Spit on your face, hands in the
nothin' better on God's great earth

You never hear me
For up strong, growin' up right
Livin' by the Golden Rule
Say, "Yes, Ma'am, you"

Green fields for miles an'
Ain't but country on the radio dial
I the good Lord I was born an' bred
Well, I the good Lord I was born an' bred
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